My Hot Nurse Step Mum 4

I stood there in the kitchen for a long moment after Elena bolted upstairs, heart still hammering, cock still half hard and aching from the interrupted moment.

The knife lay harmless on the counter where I’d tossed it. The air smelled like garlic and whatever she’d been cooking, but all I could think about was the way she’d felt under my hands, soft, warm, trembling.

Bernice walked in a second later, bags rustling, eyebrows raised at the scene, me standing there looking wrecked, Elena’s abandoned spatula on the stove.

“What the hell did I miss?” she asked, grinning like she already knew.

I forced a laugh, ran a hand through my hair. “Nothing.”

Bernice didn’t buy it for a second, but she let it drop, dumping her bags on the island. “Sure. Whatever. I got the stuff she sent me.”

I nodded, grabbed a glass of water to give my hands something to do. “Cool. Seen Elena?”

“She ran upstairs just now like her ass was on fire,” Bernice said, unpacking